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I tried not to look in the mirror while I showered because every inch of my body reminded me of the previous night. But it was almost impossible. Because, Lucien made sure that one wall of the bathroom was fully covered with the mirror. He was doing everything on purpose to break my spirit. As I stripped away the remains of my pride and stepped into the steam, the hot water hit my skin like a thousand needles. I let out a sharp hiss, my hands flying to the marble wall for support. The water ran over my hips, my stomach, and the hollow of my throat, stinging the marks he had left behind.It felt like he hadn't used me, he had tried to overwrite my very DNA with his touch.Holding my tears back I tried to wash away the feeling of his hands and the way my own body had betrayed me but I couldn't. After the shower, I wrapped myself in the bathrobe and came out into the room. There I found a huge wardrobe. Lucien always plans things ahead. I am sure I will find something inside it.
Cynthia's POV I was sleeping on clouds, far away from all worldly tensions, when suddenly a sharp pain between my thighs made me hiss.I tried to move, only to groan louder.My body felt too heavy to lift. Every muscle in my core felt overstretched, reminding me of the night I had spent with the beast.Slowly, I came to my senses and realized I was not on cloud nine.I was on his bed.My heart sank when the images from last night burned into the back of my eyelids.I could still feel him all over me.His groans echoed in my head. His fingers felt imprinted into my flesh, as if they had marked every inch of my body. He had touched me like he was trying to erase any other memory from my skin. Like he wanted me to remember only him.Lucien had truly lost control last night.He had been relentless.Every time I thought he was satisfied, he would flip me over, drag me back to the edge, and start again, leaving me gasping and shaking. Before I opened my eyes, I felt the cold emptiness bes
Lucien was far from done. His face was masked with raw, primal need as he watched her reach the peak with a predatory intensity. He drove even harder and faster. His movements became frantic and desperate as he chased his own pleasure without caring about her. It felt like he was trying to drown five years of loneliness in a single moment of possession. He felt her thighs becoming tight again. She started breathing heavily but he refused to let her go. He gripped her hips so tightly his knuckles turned white. His breath became jagged and guttural growls. "Not yet," he hissed, his eyes going pitch-black as he reached his own limit. "Stay right there... stay with me, Cynthia." He gave three more powerful and grounding thrusts, each deeper than the last until he finally reached his own climax. With a low and animalistic growl, he slammed into her core one last time, pinned her into the mattress with the full force of his weight as he came deep inside her and she also
Cynthia inhaled a deep breath when Lucien aligned himself against her. He held her hip with a bruising grip while the other hand traced the delicate curve of her spine. His fingers left a trail of fire in their way. He moved just enough to bring himself against her, coating his manhood with her slick moisture. "Ahh..."Cynthia’s eyes snapped shut, her fingers curling into the silk sheets as she waited for him to complete her. She was feeling utterly ashamed of herself, her mind screaming in protest, yet she couldn't control how her body was betraying her.Her body was practically trembling with need. Lucien was just internally smirking looking at her at his mercy. He started rubbing against her even more vigorously. He wanted her to realize exactly how much power he held over her body, how easily he could manipulate her into a state of pure, mindless need.Her knuckles turned white as she clutched the sheets, and her toes curled in anticipation and just when she was about to come
Third Person POV "Bring it on, Lucien" Cynthia's words echoed in Lucien's head and he took it as a challenge. Five years! Five damn years, he has waited for this. He has burned in darkness, in silence, in pain to be with Cynthia, and now when she is on his bed, offering herself to him willingly he couldn't hold back anymore. The fire in her eyes was arousing him even more. He wanted her to surrender to him, to cry when he took her but seeing the defiance in her eyes, her unbreakable spirit, turned him even more. A loud moan escaped Cynthia's mouth, when he grabbed her waist tightly, pushed her more into the mattress, and crushed his body weight over her. He had enough distance. Now he didn't even want the air to pass through them. Lucien was quick in claiming her mouth. She tried to match the pace, but Lucien was relentless. One of his hands moved up and his fingers twisted in her hair, to hold her face still as he explored every corner of her mouth, sucked on
My heart was pounding against my ribs when we entered his master suite, yet there was a different kind of calm settling over me. A kind of calm, I haven't felt in years. My knuckles turned white when I clutched Lucien's shirt tightly. He leaned slightly forward. The adrenaline from the escape, the hospital, and the overwhelming weight of my emotions had left me with zero energy. I wasn’t even sure if my legs would hold me if he let go of me. He looked down at me for a second. The shadows of the room played across his sharp features, making him look like a predator. He then took a few more steps forward and made me sit on a wooden chair. My hold on his shirt loosened slowly as I let him go.He went to his closet and quickly returned with a thick, gray towel, and tossed it towards me.I rubbed my hair while he shrugged off his coat, followed by his shirt.Even in my exhaustion, I couldn't take my eyes off him. I watched the way his muscles moved under the dim amber light of the room







